Male gargoyle (Alesh) x female reader - Part Two (nsfw) (Patreon)

Ok, so it's been over a year since I posted Part One of this boy over on Tumblr when I was just starting out on there, and I've had people popping into my inbox every now and again and asking if there'll be more. And here, finally, it is! All 5776 words of it! 

There's a fair bit of nsfw in it, and some separation, but it's got a happy ending. I hope you enjoy it, and I'll pop it up on Tumblr next week. 

Part One (links to my Tumblr) to remind yourselves! 

All you wanted to do the next day was stay on that balcony and stare at him. His stony gaze was locked on you if you stood on the balcony, and you blew him another kiss before you went down to breakfast in the hotel, and another before you left to explore for the day. You felt a little foolish, but you thought he might appreciate it, if he could even see you when he was literally made of stone.  You didn’t exactly know how his magic worked. 

You really had to force yourself to go out and see some more of the city. There were art galleries and museums housing incredible artefacts from the city’s history, and you weren’t going to sit around all day waiting for your statue to come to life again. The thought occurred to you that maybe you should be surprised - or even concerned - at how quickly you’d accepted this turn of fairytale events, but all you honestly felt was excitement.  

You ached all morning, still able to feel him deep within you from the night before. You kept replaying the way his whole body had gone rigid as he came inside you, his great wings spread above you like the sails of some dark ship. He had been immensely powerful, jaw gritted, muzzle pulled back and locked in a ferocious snarl that should have been terrifying, fangs flashing as he spent himself. Those enormous talons had left holes in your sheets large enough to put your fingertips through, and you hoped you wouldn’t be charged for those.  

His shoulders could have been sculpted by Bernini himself from the way they curved into his biceps, and his leather-smooth, dark grey skin was flawless until it reached that extensive scaring on the right side of his face. The bomb damage in the war had ripped away the flesh of his muzzle to reveal a number of the teeth along one side of his jaw. In the moment he’d given himself to you, he’d forgotten about the ravages done to his face, and he had looked more beautiful than ever, his eyes glowing like sunset. Those growling snarls of pleasure filled your mind all day as you walked the city. 

You eventually lost yourself in taking photographs of the former city gates, walking the city walls, tasting amazing local food in the market, but every time you smiled – truly smiled – it was because of him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d really smiled like that. Sure, your ex had been able to make you laugh, but that was before he cheated on you. You shuddered at the thought of what a mess that had all been.  

As you wandered up towards to the old castle on the hill above the centre of town, a chill wind began to tug at your clothes and hair, but you kept going. No point going back to an empty hotel room when your gargoyle wouldn’t be able to move for hours yet anyway. You hoped he would come back again, that he wouldn’t have grown bored already. He’d said he wanted to come back, but a lot could change in a day, as you well knew.  

You couldn’t help but wonder as you walked around the grounds of the medieval fortress whether all the statues in the city could move. You eyed a fierce looking lion on a pedestal and imagined it roaming the castle grounds at night. Another gargoyle, not dissimilar to yours, leered down at you from a parapet of the castle keep, with twin horns that curved backwards over its head and a pair of large wings protruding from muscular shoulders, and you smiled as you saw it, and even greeted it as you passed beneath. 

Perhaps Alesh had looked like that when he was new. You wouldn’t change him though. You liked his face the way it was. You liked to see the teeth as they ground together, you liked – “Oh hell, stop thinking about him and enjoy the damned castle, will you?” you snarled at yourself.  

The sky eventually began to darken, and you made your way back to the hotel, grabbing something to eat on the way. You had a couple of hours before sunset, but when you got back to your room, you couldn’t help going to the window and peering out. Your gargoyle was still there, hand extended towards you. There were people on his balcony though, obviously on a late, guided tour of the cathedral. A sudden thrill of fear shot through you at the thought that he might have given himself away or something by randomly changing after, what, centuries of being the same, but no one seemed to notice. 

One tourist did put their hat on his head and take a selfie with him. You snorted at that, imagining that somehow he would not be best pleased about that.  

You showered, washed your hair, dried it, put on just a little makeup, checked your reflection in the mirror, took a deep breath, and then went back to the balcony with a book to wait for sunset.  

Minutes ticked by like hours. 

You could barely reach the end of a sentence without looking up at the sky to see if the sun was nearly set.  

Eventually, torturously, it slid below the roofs, the tide of light washing away up the walls of the cathedral as the shadows pushed it back until it left him illuminated in a pool of fiery light. 

You stared transfixed, smiling, waiting.  

Slowly, very slowly, the skin seemed to come alive as the light faded to the quiet purple of twilight. His body no longer looked completely like cold stone. His tail began to move first, slowly swinging free of the pedestal like a weighted cord. Next, he shuffled the weight on his back paws, taloned toes wiggling slightly as though cold and stiff. His wings began to flex slowly, cautiously, as though they might shatter if he moved too suddenly.  

He worked out the crick in his neck, and finally his shoulder released and he lowered his extended arm carefully. It honestly looked extremely painful, and you realised your brows were pinched together with worry and concern for him. Your heartbeat thudded in your ears. He looked at you and then lowered his head slightly, as though bashful. It seemed almost ludicrous that a creature as big and intimidating as him could be shy. Then he cocked his head to one side and you beckoned him questioningly over to you.  

Alesh looked around before reaching down and padding across the balcony like a leopard on all fours, keeping his profile low. He popped his front paws up onto the balustrade and looked carefully in all directions, including at the windows of the hotel. His left ear – the right had been blasted off along with his horn during the war – was flat against his head and his wings were pinned to his back. He was frightened.  

“You want to wait til it’s darker?” you called, as loudly as you dared.  

He looked up at you with such longing in his eyes, and whined like a dog shut outdoors. He still looked stiff and sore but he shook his head. “I can’t,” he whimpered.  

“Be careful…” you said. God, if anyone with a smartphone happened to be standing by the window…  

He gave a tentative flap of his wings, then leapt onto the balcony railing properly and sprang off, gliding over to you and landing a little awkwardly, right at your feet. He skidded, tail working to balance him with his wings, and you had to step back to avoid being skittled like a bowling pin.  

“Come inside,” you hissed, throwing the door open and stepping aside as he slithered into your room, quiet and quick as a cat’s shadow.  

The moment you closed the door and drew the curtains, he turned around and all your doubts evaporated. Standing on his hind legs again, he drew you into a huge embrace, one of his huge paws around your waist, the other cradling your head. His talons pricked your scalp, but not painfully. His tail coiled around your left leg and squeezed. His wings too unfolded and he held you with those, blotting out the light so all you could do was feel him close, smell the leathery, mossy scent of his skin, and hear him breathing hard, a sound like wind through the cathedral columns.  

He was cold this time. Not painfully so, but still, his skin was chilled as though, well, he’d been outside all day. You muttered something about him being chilly, and he pulled back a bit. “I’ll warm up in a moment,” he said. “I’m still… adjusting.” He pressed his muzzle to your hair and inhaled the scent of you. “I missed you. It’s been torture.” 

“You should have picked an easier pose to hold all day,” you laughed, running your hands up to his massive shoulders and squeezing the muscle. It was so solid beneath your fingers you weren’t sure he wasn’t still made of stone. “Does it hurt…? When you change, I mean?” 

“Yes,” he grunted. “But not for long. Now I have you, I have something to look forward to. Something to change for…” 

“So if I weren’t here, you would still be stone? You don’t automatically shift at sunset?” 

He shook his head, moving a little way back to let you breathe better without being smashed against his chest. His torso was smooth, though the collar of his mane hung around his neck like a mantle and trailed a little way down between the planes of his pecs and down his spine between his wings. A single line of thick hair trailed all the way down his abs to between his sculpted legs as well. He was speaking, but it was hard to concentrate on his words while you were looking at him.  

His fingers slipped beneath your chin and he tilted your face up to look at him. “Are you even listening to me?” he chuckled.  

You blushed, the hot sting filling your cheeks, and you looked away. “I’m sorry.” You turned your eyes back to his after a few heartbeats, and looked up at him through your lashes. “You’re so tall,” you giggled. He let go of you then and fell forward, landing silently all fours to become more like a big cat. A big cat with wings and a horn…  

“Better?” He smirked and the gesture was accentuated by the scars that rendered his face somewhat lopsided. He still came halfway up your torso, even like this.  

You threaded your fingers through his shaggy mane on the top of his head and he started to purr almost instantly. He leaned into your touch as he had done the night before, pressing his cheek against your palm.  

You sank onto the small sofa in your room, and he pressed your thighs open so that he could put his chest between your legs and rest his face in your lap. He still kept the left side towards you, the right with its long-healed, leathery scars concealed. His tail was working idly behind him, back and forth and occasionally wrapping itself idly around his own ankle, as though for something to do with it. He was still purring. “Your touch,” he whispered after a while, a shiver running through his whole body. 

You smiled. “Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” you asked him. 

Again, he shook his head.  

“Never hooked up with another gargoyle from the other side of the cathedral?” you asked playfully.  

He snorted a laugh and looked up at you with eyes that glowed like the embers of a campfire. “There’s never been anyone.” 

“Wait,” you breathed. “The cathedral is, what, early fourteenth century?” 

He stared at you and took a steady breath.  

“Were you part of the original design?” 

“I was added during the nineteenth century craze for all things gothic,” he said. “I’m old, but I’m not that old.” 

“But still, you’ve never been with anyone?” 

He shook his head and sat back suddenly on his haunches. “Does that bother you? Did I not please you last night?” 

“Oh, Alesh, no, that’s not it at all! You definitely did please me. You were incredible. I’ve never come like that before. No one has ever –” You broke off as an image of your ex flashed across your memory.  

His paw came down gently on your thigh, the lethal talons resting idle. He made a noise in his throat and chest, a curious kind of chuffing sound, and you looked up at him. Still with his face half turned away, he managed to look you straight in the eye.  

You sighed, trying to relax. You reached your hands out and cupped both sides of his face in your palms. He closed his eyes, as though steeling himself to let you see him properly, and as your fingertips fluttered down to rest on the puckered scars of his face, he shuddered.  

You leaned forward in your seat and planted a kiss on the unbelievably soft skin of his muzzle. A tremulous gasp left him then. You ran your finger along the fangs that protruded from his upper jaw. The one on his right side was a little chipped. You kissed his delicate, scarred muzzle again and again, over and over until he was shaking so hard you thought he might just collapse.  

“Please,” he rasped. “I… It’s too much… I can’t…” 

Glancing down, you saw that his cock had unsheathed itself, and was standing erect, pre-come already beading on the red tip and rolling down its ridged length to slide over his balls.  

“You’re so sensitive, Alesh,” you murmured. You ran your thumb over the ear that twitched every so often, sitting just below his left horn. Since his right ear was also missing, you wondered if it affected his hearing. He had been lucky not to lose his right eye as well in the bombing. His left ear, you discovered, was also immensely sensitive.  

Gasping as you drove him rapidly almost to the edge just by playing with him, he rolled suddenly over onto his back on the floor, exposing himself at your feet, eyes closed, long body stretching away from you. His hard cock bounced against his abdomen, printing a pearly spot onto his abs. He was clearly so hard that he could barely think straight. His lips drew back and he began to snarl softly, tongue working behind his teeth as he tried not to drool out of the right side of his mouth. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you smiled, sinking onto your knees on the floor beside him and stroking his hard chest and chiselled stomach. One leg began to twitch a little, taloned toes curling, and you sank your teeth into your lip to keep from smiling too broadly. He was gone. So beautifully gone.  

He cried out and his whole body lurched when you lowered your head and took him in your mouth.

Alesh’s taste was salty and a little sweet, and you made a firm circle with your lips and sank as far down his shaft as you could reach before returning to his head. Your tongue played with the slit at his tip and he writhed and whimpered, more of his pre-come leaking from him as you licked the sensitive underside of his cock in a searing stripe. 

“Stop,” he panted as you worked up and down his shaft as best you could. You had to close a fist around the base because there was no way you could take all of him in your mouth. “Please… I’m cl- … I won’t… I won’t last if you… ah!”  

You ignored him. You didn’t care if he came quickly. He looked so beautifully lost.  

Your fingers teased the curve of his balls as you took him all the way to the back of your throat, eyes beginning to water. Your lips and tongue played over the ridges and bumps in his cock, and you fought to stay relaxed as he rutted upwards into the heat of your throat. You pulled back to recover and he reached vaguely for your shoulder.  

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m sorry. I’m –” You silenced him by swirling your tongue around the head of his cock again, pressing the tip of your wet tongue into the slit while your fingers played along the edge of the velvet-soft sheath at the base and he cried out again in a seemingly endless series of moans and whimpers.  

His thighs shook with the effort of holding himself back, but as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, your middle finger teasing the subtle crease behind his balls, he gave one final grunt of a warning, and you felt him clench.  

Hot cum hit the back of your throat and you tried to swallow it, but there was too much. It spilled from your lips and poured down your chin, splashed onto his hips where you were still leaning over him. His fists clenched and his jaw jutted upwards, and his scarred lips drew back as the sounds of his growling snarls filled the room. Luckily the tip of his horn was rounded and not sharp, or there would have been a long gouge in the hardwood floor of your hotel room.  

His abs clenched as his climax tore through him. His tail lashed wildly and caught his ankle, coiling around it and tightening like a python as waves of pleasure shot through him. As it passed, he went slack with a grunt, head hitting the floor again with a soft clunk. Your lips and chin and cheeks were absolutely covered in his release. 

He cracked an eye open a moment later, still breathing heavily. You smiled shyly at him and he took a few more breaths to steady himself.  

“God above,” he swore. “I was not prepared for that.” He shot you a sidelong glance through heavy, lidded eyes and added, “Nor were you by the looks of things.” 

“I hardly mind; you came so beautifully,” you said. “But I am gonna clean up, ok?” 

He closed his eyes and nodded, resting his head back on the floor again. “I’m not sure I can move yet.” 

When you came back from the bathroom, he was just rolling onto his side and pushing himself up onto all fours. He shook himself like a dog for a moment, his mane rippling, and turned to look at you. “I could have cleaned you up, you know?” he smiled.  His speech was still a bit slurred, partly due to the extensive scarring and partly due to just how dazed he was.

The rest of your trip passed very much like that, with nightly visits and exquisitely powerful sex, but finally your last night came, and you cried and cried into the soft fur that formed the collar around Alesh’s neck. He held you tight and wept with you. “Tell me about where you live,” he said when your sniffles had abated a little, clearly trying to distract you. 

You did. You told him of the little cottage you’d been renting after your ex had moved out, and you’d no longer been able to afford to keep the place you’d been in before. You told him of the country church nearby and of the allotments where people grew their own vegetables, of the little village shops and the crossroads, of the clear river that ran in a shallow, gravelly bed, of the ducks that liked to dabble there… You told him everything until you were hoarse, and the sky had begun to lighten. 

The way he made love to you as dawn drew ever nearer was different from any other night. He was slow and careful, intense, taking his time with you, taking you to your peak over and over in gentle, rolling crescendos. 

At dawn, he barely gave himself enough time to get back to the cathedral before the light broke over the building. If he transformed mid-flight, he could shatter on impact with the cathedral, but he just made it back to his plinth and settled into his normal pose as dawn crept up the carved facade of the cathedral and snuck down the northern side of the long nave where he lived. 

You cried yourself hoarse again before you left the city and headed back to the quiet emptiness of your cottage. 

Gradually, things returned to normal. You went to work, and you enjoyed looking back at the photographs you’d taken of your time in the city and with Alesh. All in all, it had turned out to be a much better trip than you’d imagined it would, but you couldn’t help missing your gargoyle dreadfully.

Late one Saturday afternoon, you decided to walk into the village to post a letter that you’d hung onto for far too long through sheer laziness. As your route took you past the local church, you glimpsed a shape on the roof that you’d never noticed before. The church had one or two finely carved gargoyles and grotesques dotted about it, so you assumed it was just one of those which had never caught your eye before then. Maybe they moved around too when the sun set…? They would never be like Alesh to you though, even if you could find the courage to introduce yourself at some point. 

As you stared up at it, the sinking sun caught what was visible of the sculpture from behind, throwing it into harsh and yet shapeless relief, and the memory of Alesh on his plinth speared once again into your mind. You looked away, forcing yourself to walk on into the village via the post box, and to focus on something other than the searing ache in your chest. 

Idly picking up a newspaper as you browsed in the village shop, your eye was instantly drawn to an article on the apparent theft of a cathedral sculpture which had been heavily damaged during the war. Your heart slid sideways in your chest. That had to be Alesh. Who would steal him? And how? Your eyes scanned the article; it seemed that the authorities and the cathedral staff were baffled as to how such a heavy sculpture could have been removed without anyone seeing. 

At that, your brain began to work. 

Had he left? Could he even leave? Didn’t he have to be back on holy ground to recharge, otherwise he could crumble away to nothing? Holy ground. Like a church…

You turned on the spot, dropping the newspaper back into the pile and racing out of the shop without buying anything. Sweat rolled down between your shoulder blades by the time you reached the parish church, and you barely dared breathe, let alone hope, as you stared up at the leaded roof behind the crenellations. Sunset was possibly still an hour way. 

You paced. 

You walked the graveyard, trailing along the rows of headstones, reading every name but never remembering it for long. You kept staring up at the roof line where you could barely see the figure of what looked - at least to your delirious thinking - like a gargoyle, sitting half crouched behind the row of crenellations which jutted up along the top of the walls of the parish church. It was simply impossible to tell if it was him or not, and as the daylight faded with the tantalising slowness of sand through a watched hourglass, your agitation became unbearable. If it turned out to be a discarded bucket or something, your disappointment would be crushing.

Finally, with the lengthening shadows, the chill of evening started to seep into you and you found yourself standing under an oak tree, shaking with anticipation and wild hope. Could it be him? How had he found you? Surely you were more than a day’s flight from the cathedral? Was he alright? Was it even him?

Eventually the sun sank behind the hills and you couldn’t stand the tension any longer. “Alesh?” you called into the empty evening air. “Fuck, if that’s you, please try to hurry!” 

A minute or so later, a face appeared above the crenellation and you gasped as huge wings spread wide behind them. A familiar silhouette, barely visible, of one horn and a stump on the other side, was all you needed to see to know it was him. 

“Alesh!” 

He glanced around and then hurled himself down, soaring on stiff, leathery wings. He landed right in front of you and staggered slightly with the force of his impact. He reared up onto his hind legs, barrelling into you hard enough to drive the air from your lungs, and swept you into his chilly embrace. “I missed you so much,” he whimpered, enfolding you tightly in his wings and pressing his scarred face against the side of your head. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” you whimpered, still crushed by his embrace. “Alesh, they’ve noticed you’re gone,” you said as you hugged his slim waist and inhaled the beautiful, mossy scent of his skin. 

“Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised at that and shifted his face a little. “Ha, well, that’ll give them something to chew on I suppose! How are you? Are you well?”

“How did you find me?” you asked in astonishment. 

“I looked for weeks for a village fitting the description…” he said, sitting back on his haunches like a tired hunting dog and smiling up at you. His familiar, weathered, puckered, scarred face sparked such intense joy in you that you simply burst into tears. “Oh, don’t cry,” he said. “Did I do the wrong thing? Should I not have looked for you?”

“How long can you stay?” you asked through your sobs of relief and happiness. 

He shrugged. “I can rest on this roof, I suppose, or on the hallowed ground of the graveyard somewhere in the bushes, so… indefinitely…?”

“You’d… You’d leave your cathedral? For me?”

Alesh nodded. “I already did,” he grinned. 

You sat with him in the churchyard until it was full dark, telling him about what you’d been up to since you’d left the city. It couldn’t have been very interesting for him, but he listened attentively nonetheless, happy to be with you and purring softly like an idling motorbike. 

Gradually he got closer and closer to you, stealing little nuzzled kisses against your neck as you spoke, and as his attentions grew more heated, you felt your own body reacting. The scrape of his teeth as he opened his jaw and gently mouthed your entire neck made you whimper, and you finally hissed, “Not here…”

“Where then?” he said. “I’m aching for you… though I’m not sure how far I can fly now like this…”

Your eyes travelled ostentatiously down between his legs to where the tip of his cock was just peaking from its velvety sheath and leaking already. You sucked your bottom lip and groaned. “I missed you,” you said. “It’s dark now - can you fly high enough not to be seen but still be able to follow me home?”

He nodded, his jaw slightly slack and his eyes glittering. He was further gone than he wanted to admit. 

You simply smiled and petted his head, fingers lingering on the stump of his right ear which made him gasp and whine softly. 

“Come on.”

He took off in a rush of wings, sending leaves and light debris swirling around you as he sought the safety of the sky above. You could barely keep from laughing like a maniac all the way back to your house, and as you opened the front door of the little cottage at the top of the hill, he landed on all fours behind you and followed you inside.

You closed the door and turned around to find him gazing about your house with curiosity. He was panting, so he clearly hadn’t forgotten about how much he wanted you, but, like a curious cat, he was keen to start poking around already. 

“Alesh?” you murmured, placing your hand on his back and making him wobble visibly. 

“It’s nice,” he said quietly. “And it smells of you.”

You chuckled and began to head upstairs. The near-silent tread of his paw-like hands and feet on the stairs behind you got you oddly worked up as well, imagining his lithe body pacing behind you like a stalking predator. But Alesh was a gargoyle, a protector not a hunter, and he would protect you where others in the past had failed you; of that you were absolutely certain. 

He followed you into your small bedroom and came up close behind you. His hands found their way to your waist and he lingered there before slipping his scarred, misshapen, beautiful muzzle up underneath the fabric of your top and licking soft kisses across the bared skin of your stomach. His teeth raked lines over your body and he worshipped you, rubbing his cheek across you in a very feline gesture of ownership and protection. All the while he showered you with affection, his deep, sonorous purring filled the room. 

“Alesh,” you gasped, breath hitching as he finally tipped you back onto the bed and drew your clothes off you with his hooked talons. 

You helped shimmy out of the last of your clothes and as you lay naked before him, you saw his cock - fully hard now - twitch at the sight of you. Pre-come drooled from the tip and dripped copiously onto your thigh as he lowered himself towards you. He took your nipple gently between his teeth, letting his tongue play over the hardening bud, kneading your breasts with his hands as he rutted his cock against the hollow of your hip. 

His breath stuttered, a broken, frustrated, chuffing noise escaping him as his head dipped and he groaned. 

“Alesh?”

“I want you…” he whispered through gritted teeth. He rolled his hips against you, the slick slide of his cock making your eyes roll and your clit throb. “I want to take my time with you, but… I… I need…”

“Then have me, Alesh,” you said, parting your legs a little and smiling up at him. “You think I don’t need you too?”

With that he lined his cock up with your wet lips and let the tip play there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of your arousal against his searingly hot cock. Then, in one smooth motion, he seated himself fully inside you. 

A resonant growl left his curled lips as they peeled back to reveal his huge teeth and his eyes rolled closed just before his head bowed to rest on your forehead. You could feel the vibrations of his purring as you ran your hands over his muscular chest and up over his gorgeous shoulders. His skin was flushed and heated, the dark, slate grey warm to the touch as you skimmed your fingertips over him. His powerful body was notched here and there with scars from the bomb damage, but you had never beheld anything so beautiful in your whole life. 

You told him so as he began to move, and he grunted and picked up his pace, spurred on by your words. His hips began to piston against you and he sat back a little raising one of your legs. “Is… Is this alright?” he barely managed to ask through his haze of lust. 

You nodded. “Yes. More. Please…?” and he obliged by raising your other leg and hooking your legs around his neck. 

His wings suddenly unfolded with a snap like a dark canvas above you and he growled, kissing your ankles and your calves, then biting your legs, raking his teeth over your skin but never hurting, holding your legs in place on his shoulders with his taloned hands. The sight of his claws pricking against your skin, like the teeth of a hunter’s trap that he was hardly managing to hold from snapping shut, made you tighten and clench around him and he lost the regular rhythm of his hips. 

Drool slid from the scarred side of his face where his lips had been blasted off in the war, but he didn’t seem to notice as it hit your skin and rolled down your leg. Your arms snaked up above your head and you squirmed, back arching, your skin feeling like it was tightening all over, shifting your hips so that he could hit you deep, and just there where sparks shot through you. Sounds and praises poured from you as he rutted deeper and deeper, and finally he grabbed your hips, lifting you right up off the bed and tugging you flush against his body, driving himself as deeply into you as he could and then releasing with a wild roar. 

His jaw widened, his teeth showing, his tongue curled, and his eyes were rammed shut as he emptied himself inside you. His wings were stretched as wide as they would go, and the sight and feel of him tipped you over the edge right after him. The sound and sensation of your clenching orgasm wrung every last drop from him until he let you back down onto the bed and collapsed on top of you, chest heaving. 

You held him close, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, letting his hot breath fan across your sweat-damp skin. 

“I missed you so much,” he gasped, unable to catch his breath or steady himself. 

“I missed you too, Alesh,” you said. “You don’t have to go back. As long as you don’t get me in trouble for theft of holy statuary…”

He laughed softly against your neck and you wriggled as it tickled. He grunted as his oversensitive, spent cock twitched at the movement, and you felt his release begin to slide out of you. “I’m making a mess,” you whispered. 

“Will you let me clean you up this time?” he asked, pulling back just enough to see your face and pressing his clawed hands carefully into the sheets beneath you. 

You nodded, and he withdrew, settling himself between your legs and beginning to lap gently over your sensitive clit, cleaning you with loving strokes while his huge hands rested on your thighs. 

“I love you,” you whispered, and he froze. 

Nuzzling his scarred, gnarled cheek against the inside of your thigh, he purred loudly and said, “I love you too.”

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